Mom’s been telling us for ages that Granny’s closet is big enough for two cats, but so far we’ve been competing for sole rulership. Until yesterday. Mom was searching for us, and almost passed out when she had a look at the closet.

We all know how silly humans are, and our’s is no exception. She wanted to call Granny, and show her a New Year’s miracle, a sign that world peace is actually possible, when she heard Granny screaming that someone had thrown up a very juicy hairball on an expensive rug.

To be the mouse or the cat

One human, two cats and “Not-Me” living in the suburbs of Helsinki. Which one of us can only play when the other one’s away? I think the human is the cat and my cats are the mice. I’ll explain why as soon as I get this butt off my face.

I suffer from depression and anxiety disorder, and I also write about the impact of cats on mental health.

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